Phones these days should come with a warning, ‘Don’t drink and text.’ Many of us have been there, a few drinks down, high on life but the bar has closed and you want to continue the party.
Suddenly your ex, or that girl in the office you have been mildly flirting with, seems like just the person who would love to join you for one last drink. Tongue out, one eye open, the other squinting with concentration while you jab awkwardly at the screen with your index finger, you marvel at the poetry you are capable of when the inhibitions of basic social decency are gone.
If you are lucky, there is no reply and you fall asleep, to awake the next day with nothing but a hangover and a tinge of embarrassment when you realise what you wrote.
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